A couple of weeks ago, I was sorting out my clothes ready for the warmer weather and was sad to see that I was throwing more than half of them to one side because they didn't fit me anymore, at least not comfortably anyway. I looked at the sad pile of clothes that did still fit me, then looked at the gigantic pile that didn't, and I admit - I got upset, leading me to shed tears.
It's no secret that I'm a comfort eater, resorting to food when I'm stressed, and my gosh I've had a lot going on over these last 12 months, I've had health issues that have left me extremely anxious, tired, stressed, miserable and they also stole every ounce of confidence I had left. I've had problems within my relationship with Gareth, I've had worries about Spud, I've been stressed because my house still isn't a home and I don't know when it will become one.